Moana had been balancing on the pads of her feet, near the ceiling, when Steve wandered into the mill. She'd always been an excellent climber and given that some in the village weren't as agile she'd taken it upon herself to do the work that happened to be in high places.

When she heard the soft scrapping of boots against dirt her head turned towards the door. It didn't take Moana long to realize that she didn't know Steve and it took even less time for her to wobble and fall from her perch. There was a soft cry as she fell and then a thud as her butt collided with the ground. "Ouch." She rubbed at her lower back, pushing herself to her feet.

Moana wasn't dressed in scrubs. She wore the island dress she had made with the materials that she had found in the valley. The two layers of her skirt were tied with a navy blue sash that, given Steve's subterfuge history, he'd be able to tell came from the same sort of material as the scrubs that he was currently wearing. Her middle was exposed and a soft fabric, threaded with fish like designs, circled her torso. Moana had pulled her hair back into a bun though her fall had shaken it loose.

"Hi." She was a little awkward after being caught off guard. "Can I help you?"